I looked at the quiet fire in the hearth
And suddenly I saw phyres.

My sisters burning
Fire cornering them
Just for being women

I cannot be mad at the fire warming my home
For being the tool of fearful men
I cannot hate the flames
Even when they killed my kin

Could you look at a fire,
Sister burned for a lie 
You who live in me,
Do you hate me
For loving what killed you ?

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A little bit about the author :

Name : R.J.R.

Pronouns : She/They/He

Age : 18

Location : France

I’m a writer, a poet, a photographer, a painter : all in all, I create. I’ve always loved to and I always will. For me it equals existing, it’s how I share my experience and it’s how I cope with my existence.

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